Huo Ling was satisfied. "Very good. Send him off the ship so he can talk to our 'visitor'."
York: "What? Who?"
Military officers grabbed the expert's arms from both sides and dragged him out.
"Prepare the Stellar Cannon."
"If negotiations fail, open fire."
"Transfer the 'seed' to the escape pod."
"If negotiations fail, all crew members on the USS Apollo will fight to the death, and the satellite ship will continue its mission to ensure that the 'seed' reaches the Alchemy Academy."
Huo Ling sat in the highest command chair in the command center.
Soon, a silver exploration ship was launched.
The exploration vessel is very small, spherical, and can only seat three people.
Two officers on the left and right, and an expert in the middle.
The slightly overweight middle-aged expert pursed his lips and said, "Gentlemen, do you feel cramped? I mean, what's it really like for you soldiers?"
Two officers: "..."
Have you ever played the 'sardine game'? Hahaha, don't we look like sardines in a can right now?
Two officers: "..."
"Speaking of which, who are we negotiating with? Is it related to the tremor we just experienced? What did we bump into?"
Two officers: "…………"
"Hello? Do you speak Common Tongue? Or are you like Huo? You—Hao—?"
Two officers: "………………"
"We've arrived." An officer breathed a sigh of relief.
Thanks to Arika, the idiot they shoved in made him realize that compared to spending time with this idiot in a confined space, carrying out a mission that was destined to end in death wasn't so scary.
"Wait, wait! You still haven't told me what I'm supposed to negotiate with!"
The expert suddenly raised his voice, sounding like a pig that had been doused with a ladle of boiling water.
"It's right outside, can't you see it?"
"Oh! What a huge ball! Oh, is this the 'Mr. Ball'? Is it some kind of single-celled cosmic organism? Haha, haha, will my knowledge have any effect on single-celled organisms?"
"Hiss, this thing is huge, bigger than three football fields! What equipment should I use? Does it understand our common language?"
“Fool…that’s an eye.” Another officer said.
The expert who had already exited the cabin: "..."
He stood there, stunned for three seconds.
After realizing what was happening, Donaldton frantically pounded on the door: "Open the door! Open the door! Let me back in!!!"
"I lied! I'm not an expert!!! I'm just an ordinary politician!!!"
"Aaaaaah! Let me go back!!!"
The two officers' faces turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
They pulled out particle guns and pointed them at Mr. Donald, the politician who was either about to wet himself or had already wet himself.
...
The Outland is terrible.
It is true that there are countless, even more powerful Outer Gods in the Outer Realms.
When Arthur embarked on his journey to the Alchemy Academy to find his wife, he also chose to confront these beings directly.
The battles that did not kill Him only made Him stronger.
At the same time, as battles accumulated, Arthur could sense that as the only true god bound to the world, His ascension also drove up the world's level.
Those who cannot be communicated with, defeat and devour.
Communicate with those you can defeat, ask for directions, and gather intelligence.
As he fought his way through, Arthur gained a fairly comprehensive understanding of intelligence about the outer regions.
The largest "organization" in the outer realms is also a committee.
It is roughly an organization composed of all the major "higher planes" and extremely powerful divine life forms.
Thanks to such organizations, many indigenous people and their communities have been able to breathe a sigh of relief.
Joining this organization allows you to schedule unfinished tasks.
The most urgent thing is to find a wife.
The universe is too vast. Arthur is moving at a considerable speed, but as a living being, he consumes an even greater amount of energy.
Having to stop hunting from time to time is a real headache.
Sometimes, you have to patiently determine whether something is edible.
For example, on one occasion, Arthur caught a large and plump prey.
If we eat it, we won't have to stop and waste time hunting and feeding for the next few months.
However, this thing was designated as a "rare species" by the High Dimension Joint Committee.
Alternative name: "Prisoner Star, Beast Who Sit Through the Penal Bar".
In short... eating in space has become a major problem.
But today, this problem has finally been solved.
Arthur is looking to hitch a ride.
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